The Man from Snowy River (Poetry). A. B. Paterson

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СКАЧАТЬ She loved this Ryan, or so they say,

       And passing by, while her eyes were dim

       With tears, she said in a careless way,

       'The Swagman's round in the stable, Jim.'

       Spoken too low for the trooper's ear,

       Why should she care if he heard or not?

       Plenty of swagmen far and near,

       And yet to Ryan it meant a lot.

       That was the name of the grandest horse

       In all the district from east to west

       In every show ring, on every course

       They always counted the Swagman best.

       He was a wonder, a raking bay—

       One of the grand old Snowdon strain—

       One of the sort that could race and stay

       With his mighty limbs and his length of rein.

       Born and bred on the mountain side,

       He could race through scrub like a kangaroo,

       The girl herself on his back might ride,

       And the Swagman would carry her safely through.

       He would travel gaily from daylight's flush

       Till after the stars hung out their lamps,

       There was never his like in the open bush,

       And never his match on the cattle-camps.

       For faster horses might well be found

       On racing tracks, or a plain's extent,

       But few, if any, on broken ground

       Could see the way that the Swagman went.

       When this girl's father, old Jim Carew,

       Was droving out on the Castlereagh

       With Conroy's cattle, a wire came through

       To say that his wife couldn't live the day.

       And he was a hundred miles from home,

       As flies the crow, with never a track,

       Through plains as pathless as ocean's foam,

       He mounted straight on the Swagman's back.

       He left the camp by the sundown light,

       And the settlers out on the Marthaguy

       Awoke and heard, in the dead of night,

       A single horseman hurrying by.

       He crossed the Bogan at Dandaloo,

       And many a mile of the silent plain

       That lonely rider behind him threw

       Before they settled to sleep again.

       He rode all night and he steered his course

       By the shining stars with a bushman's skill,

       And every time that he pressed his horse

       The Swagman answered him gamely still.

       He neared his home as the east was bright,

       The doctor met him outside the town:

       'Carew! How far did you come last night?'

       'A hundred miles since the sun went down.'

       And his wife got round, and an oath he passed,

       So long as he or one of his breed

       Could raise a coin, though it took their last

       The Swagman never should want a feed.

       And Kate Carew, when her father died,

       She kept the horse and she kept him well:

       The pride of the district far and wide,

       He lived in style at the bush hotel.

       Such was the Swagman; and Ryan knew

       Nothing about could pace the crack;

       Little he'd care for the man in blue

       If once he got on the Swagman's back.

       But how to do it? A word let fall

       Gave him the hint as the girl passed by;

       Nothing but 'Swagman—stable-wall;

       'Go to the stable and mind your eye.'

       He caught her meaning, and quickly turned

       To the trooper: 'Reckon you'll gain a stripe

       By arresting me, and it's easily earned;

       Let's go to the stable and get my pipe,

       The Swagman has it.' So off they went,

       And soon as ever they turned their backs

       The girl slipped down, on some errand bent

       Behind the stable, and seized an axe.

       The trooper stood at the stable door

       While Ryan went in quite cool and slow,

       And then (the trick had been played before)

       The girl outside gave the wall a blow.

       Three slabs fell out of the stable wall—

       'Twas done 'fore ever the trooper knew—

       And Ryan, as soon as he saw them fall,

       Mounted the Swagman and rushed him through.

       The trooper heard the hoof-beats ring

       In the stable yard, and he slammed the gate,

       But the Swagman rose with a mighty spring

       At the fence, and the trooper fired too late,

       As they raced away and his shots flew wide

       And Ryan no longer need care a rap,

       For never a horse that was lapped in hide

       Could catch the Swagman in Conroy's Gap.

       And that's the story. You want to know

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